After comforting Ningzhu, Cheng Yu ordered Chen Shuo to stay in the village to guard the little girl. He drove the car to take Fang Hanzhu to the Zhou family's village.

The sky was still dark, Hanzhu lowered her head and sat on the narrow couch. In her mind, she was lying in the quilt with her sister holding Zhuangzhuang, turning her head to see her out. Her eyes were dripping with water, and she was reluctant and confused, afraid that her sister would never return.

My sister is really well-behaved and has been sensible since she was a child. As long as she explains the truth clearly, she will not cry. Just like the King Ding coerced her to be a hostage, her sister can laugh out loud, innocent and worry-free.

Fang held Ah Xun and sat aside. Seeing her eyes drooping and looking at Chuchu pitiful, she held Hanzhu's hand and promised: "Don't worry, Hanzhu, my aunt did what she said. After taking Ningzhu to the house, she will definitely take good care of her. The child is so painful that I just said a few words to her and I like her."

Hanzhu nodded: "Then there is Aunt Lau. Ningzhu is still young and has not yet determined her temperament. Don't spoil her. If she does something wrong or throws a tantrum, should my aunt scold her or scold her."

Harmony.

It was Cheng Yu's idea that their sisters were brought to the capital, and had nothing to do with Fang. If there were no Fang, the sister would have to be imprisoned by Cheng Yu in the village. So even though Fang and Cheng Yu were accomplices, Hanzhu complained that Cheng Yu was domineering and bullying, she was grateful to Fang for being willing to give her sister a family. The eight-year-old girl is lively by nature and is not a bloody hatred. As long as there are people around her, even if she can't see her sister every day, Hanzhu believes that her sister will quickly adapt to her new life.

If my sister is not lonely, Hanzhu will feel at ease.

Just as Fang was about to answer the conversation, Cheng Yu's cold voice came from outside: "Auntie, change your words now."

Hanzhu bit her lip.

Fang sighed and said softly: "Hanzhu, I know this is too difficult for you. But when things have come to this point, we will be really relatives, right? I will treat Ningzhu as my biological daughter, and also treat you as my niece. Don't be separated from me, don't always remember that we are pretending. If you suffer grievances in the Marquis' Mansion in the future, or if you have any private words from a girl, just tell me. Today we can get together, which is the fate arranged by God. Let's look at it so that life can continue. Do you think?"

Hanzhu understood, turned his head toward Fang, and called out to his aunt.

Slightly and soft.

Fang thought of his miserable niece and responded even more, "Okay, okay, I have a niece again, Han... I used to call A Xun's sister Han Yatou, and there was also a homophone in your name, so I will call you Han Yatou in the future. Others don't know, just understand that I'm calling you, just like I'm kind to you, I'm caring for you, not treating you as a substitute for A Xun's sister, do you understand?"

She was kind and considerate, and Hanzhu nodded gently.

Fang comforted her a few words, carefully handed A Xun over, and said with a smile: "You haven't seen A Xun carefully yet? Hug first, this kid is clingy. You will know when he wakes up later. Fortunately, he is still obedient and likes his sister the most."

Hanzhu took the boy over with three points of curiosity.

Very heavy.

Seeing her surprised, Fang smiled and said, "I was born in the first month of last year, and the real year is almost the same as the false year."

No wonder.

Hanzhu smiled and slowly unfolded the quilt to keep warm. In such a cold day, Fang specially brought the child over, which was also troubled.

A Xun was born in vain and clean. Both fat hands were raised, curled up on his shoulders, pursed his pink lips, and he slept soundly. His fine eyelashes were long, and there were so many children in the neighborhood, Hanzhu had never seen anything better than A Xun. He just looked at his appearance, and it was not similar to the Chu girl and her.

"A Xun looks like his father." Fang said with a complicated expression.

Chu Qing, who had sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes, was extremely handsome, and the royal children were so beautiful that they would be inferior to him. After walking around the middle of the noble girl, there were almost no one who was not moved by him. He was a famous romantic man in the capital. How could he be a romantic? The man next to him had at most a few concubines to accompany his family. He prepared a yard singer at home, and changed the one at a time. After several turns, he sent them out and changed a group of newcomers.

Such a person fell in love with her beautiful aunt and came to ask for marriage. The aunt was a proud and arrogant person, but she could not escape Chu Qing's appearance. As her sister-in-law, she tried her best to persuade her, and her mouth was almost worn out. The aunt refused to listen, and she was confident that she could hold Chu Qing's heart and let him only love her from now on.

As a result, the aunt didn't understand Chu Qing's temper and married her with confidence. Chu Qing had only seen her aunt twice and liked her appearance. When she got married, she found that her wife was in charge of the world and was extremely jealous, so the two of them twisted it. Less than a month after the marriage, Chu Qing carried a wife into an aunt. The next year, the aunt gave birth to a niece, and the aunt Xia also gave birth to a concubine son for Chu Qing, and a few years later she gave birth to another concubine daughter.

My aunt was stubborn for more than ten years and finally became soft. She had a while with Chu Qing, but she had difficulty giving birth when she gave birth to her son...

The niece has always been with her mother. First, she witnessed her father neglecting her mother for many years, and then watched her mother die, she became more and more resentful to her father. She was worried that her brother would be killed, so she insisted on staying by her side to raise her. Chu Qing couldn't stand others being cold-faced, so she simply let go and ignore her siblings, work in the daytime, and enjoy the joy of family with her genius at night.

All these Fang family said that Hanzhu listened to her, so that she could understand the whole story.

Hanzhu also lost her mother early, but she grew up spoiled by her father. As an outsider, she had no resentment towards Chu Qing, but she was only sad for A Xun's siblings, especially Chu Han. She had her father's help and occasionally felt difficult when she took care of her sister. Chu Han was a eleven or twelve-year-old girl, and the Marquis's mansion was not peaceful. How did she get through the past two years?

She looked at the boy sleeping soundly in her arms again, and couldn't help but touch his little face.

The little guy pursed his lips, twisted, and leaned against her chest.

Hanzhu unconsciously hugged him tightly.

Fang smiled with relief.

This girl was kind-hearted at first glance and took care of her young sister for many years. Perhaps she knew how to raise A Xun better than her niece. The niece was pitiful, but her temperament became paranoid because of her father's neglect. Not to mention anything else, A Xun was only two years old, so she wanted to force him to recite poems and write. Mou Jinger wanted to teach her younger brother more literary than her brother. Wouldn't it be a big boost to grow?

As he thought about it, the carriage stopped.

Fang got off the car first and wanted to pick up A Xun, Cheng Yu whispered: "I'll hold him."

Fang didn't think much about it, and she helped carry the car curtain.

Cheng Yu went to pick up A Xun in Hanzhu's hand, and when he was close, he inevitably looked at her. She lowered her eyes and handed A Xun over. There was no fear or nervousness when they were alone, nor did he dislike or resentment, just as if he was just an ordinary man, and she had no need to look at him.

But those hands once hugged his neck tightly.

Do you still hate him?

No matter how gentle it is, it has a temper.

Cheng Yu took A Xun with expressionless face and retreated aside.

When he held the child, Fang thoughtfully helped Hanzhu get out of the car.

The three of them quietly went to the upper room. Fang asked Hanzhu to sit in the west room. She prepared hot tea in the room, and she poured it for Hanzhu to drink. It was too quiet at night. Hanzhu heard Cheng Yu walk out of the opposite room, and then there was a slight movement, as if someone was cleaning the room. She looked at Fang, and saw the woman with a still-skinned appearance staring at the window.

Hanzhu retracted his gaze and did not ask any more questions.

Fang's accompanying Madam Qian, the housemate, spread a new kang mat on the kang. The quilt was spread on the kang. After the paving, Madam Qian looked at the other end of the cousin who had been asleep before and silently recited Buddha in her heart. Fortunately, after the girl from the Jiang family came over, she could wake up and deal with it for half a day. Then she moved to the front yard to recuperate on the grounds that the house was seriously ill, so she was not afraid of bad luck.

Fang did not hide this from Hanzhu, "Don't be afraid, A Xun and I will accompany you."

Hanzhu is afraid of snakes, insects, and thunderstorms, but he does not believe in ghosts and gods. "I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm sorry for my aunt."

Fang turned his head and wiped his tears. For Axun, they could only aggrieved their niece, not even a serious tablet.

After sighing for a while, the quilt over there was warming up, and the mother and the mother hugged Ah Xun and moved over.

Hanzhu was about to lie on the kang to pretend to be sick. Fang was smelling the fragrance of her daughter when she was changing her clothes. Cheng Yu mentioned it to her, and Fang whispered to Hanzhu: "If someone else smells it, you only say it is a new spice. Don't let people know that you have fragrance on you." Such a beautiful person, no matter how fragrant it is, it is not a good thing to spread. Others dare not covet Chu Qing's daughter. What if the person in the palace is thinking about it?

Then he said, "I can't hide it, and I'm also pushing it to this illness. If you knock your head, you can't remember the people and things from the Qing Dynasty before. It's not uncommon no matter how many fragrances you have."

This is for her good, Hanzhu keeps it in mind.

Lying down to the quilt, Fang helped Hanzhu wrap gauze around her forehead. She had just wrapped it up, and probably had tossed it in the morning, when Ah Xun suddenly woke up. The little guy lay motionless, and opened his eyes and saw his aunt's familiar face. He blinked and grinned. The child was young, and he had just woken up, but forgot that his sister was still unconscious.

Fang touched his nephew's head and said gently: "Look at A Xun, my sister is awake."

Axun immediately looked to the side and saw that his sister was really awake. Axun hugged her tightly, "Sister is awake!"

Hanzhu is a little restrained.

Fang hurriedly said, "You sisters are intimate first, I'll go to the kitchen."

She was not here, and Hanzhu was able to release her. After a while, she became familiar with her. She got used to her when she came again.

After leaving the house, Fang whispered to Madam Qian, and she retreated back to the door of the east house and listened to how the new siblings got along.

In the room, Hanzhu covered the scepter for A Xun and tentatively coaxed him: "A Xun won't cry, his eyes will swollen if he cries. When A Xun becomes ugly, his sister will not like it." Such a child is more effective than being reasonable.

As expected, Ah Xun stopped crying and rubbed his eyes, for fear that his sister would think he was ugly, so he touched the corner of his eyes and asked, "Is it swollen?"

Stupid and cute.

Hanzhu liked children, so she couldn't help but kissed him and said with a smile: "It's not swollen, A Xun looks the best."

After being praised by my sister, Axun crawled back into her sister's arms as if she was shy. This drill didn't hit her. When she met the soft, soft, not as big as the wet nurse, she was more novel than her sister's drum in her memory. Axun was very novel. She pressed her little hand and pinched it, "It's getting bigger..."

Hanzhu suddenly blushed and grabbed the boy's little hand. She didn't know how to persuade her, so she was in a hurry to change the topic, "A Xun, my sister is sleeping for two days, does A Xun want her sister?"

"Think about it!"

A Xun shouted loudly, hugging his sister tightly, and his short legs were also placed on his sister, wishing he could stick to her body and not get off.

He relied on himself so much that Hanzhu hugged him.

Ah Xun looked up at his sister, stretched out his hand to squint his sister's forehead, "Does sister hurt?" He was both curious and worried.

Hanzhu shook her head, "If Axun obedient sister, it won't hurt."

Axun immediately said, "Well, I am obedient, I can recite poems," he rolled his big eyes and thought for a while, and said crisply: "Geese, goose, song, cricket..."

Hanzhu burst into laughter, and Fang outside quickly covered her mouth, laughing and crying. Who said that children are ignorant? Children will also feel sorry for others. They know that their sister hopes that he will study hard and are unwilling to do so. Now that my sister is sick, she takes the initiative to please her.

"Sister smells like a sweet sister!" Ah Xun twisted in his sister's arms for a while, and finally smelled the fragrance. His little nose fell into his sister's neck and smelled it hard, "Sister smells like a sweet sister."

Although he was just a child, Hanzhu was still a little worried and asked him in a low voice: "A Xun, do you think my sister is different?" The boy may not notice the difference in background, but her voice is different. She can be blamed on the illness of outsiders. Will A Xun resist because her sister has changed too much?

Ah Xun looked at his sister in confusion.

Hanzhu asked softly again.

Ah Xun finally understood what his sister meant, and lay down in her arms and said, "Sister is fragrant."

"What else?" Hanzhu patiently tempted him.

Ah Xun blinked his eyes and thought, suddenly smiled, and pressed his sister's chest with his little hand, "Eat. milk..."
Chapter completed!